Another sunny day in Florence, with the temperature on the rise to 50 degrees. I am very grateful, especially when I check the weather back home. But lest I be smug, the Saturday forecast for Boston is snow and wind, not my choice for a travel day. Of course, I tell myself that this offers an opportunity to stay present to the next three days I have here and then deal with travel. How easy it is to start traveling now and miss being in the NOW of this city.
Yesterday was my Duomo climbing day--my first time in the afternoon. Few tourists here in January so I didn’t have to beat the long lines that develop each day during the tourist season. This had to be my fifteen climb. No I’ve done more that that—every time I come here—minus one visit with Mom when I was too scared to climb. I had developed a fear of heights and believe me, the Duomo is high and the viewing from the lantern quite unprotected. My disappointment made me determined to work through this acrophobia. Now I lean over the railing and offer an understanding simile to the folks who are standing back.
Yesterday was my Duomo climbing day--my first time in the afternoon. Few tourists here in January so I didn’t have to beat the long lines that develop each day during the tourist season. This had to be my fifteen climb. No I’ve done more that that—every time I come here—minus one visit with Mom when I was too scared to climb. I had developed a fear of heights and believe me, the Duomo is high and the viewing from the lantern quite unprotected. My disappointment made me determined to work through this acrophobia. Now I lean over the railing and offer an understanding simile to the folks who are standing back.